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464 Your lord has took himself to unknown travels, My message must return from whence it came."


 * "Per. Lord governor, for so we hear you are,

Let not our ships and number of our men, Be like a beacon fir'd, to amaze your eyes. We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre, And seen the desolation of your streets; Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, But to relieve them of their heavy load; And these our ships you happily may think Are like the Trojan horse, war-stuff'd within, With bloody views, expecting overthrow, Are stor'd with corn, to make your needy bread, And give them life, who are hunger-starv'd, half dead.